Saturday, March 9, 2024

 Saturday, March 9, 2024

 \  I had my first group Gokhale class today. The individual class was horrendous. For $200 an hour, I got a private viewing of a public presentation. Doreen was nice and well-intentioned, but she was just incapable of adapting to the individual, at least unable to adapt her teaching to my needs. I got angrier and angrier after each class. It finally occurred to me that I could cancel the classes without speaking to Doreen. I called customer service for Gokhale. Bingo! I transferred my remaining funds to the group session.

   The group sessions were light years better. They’re in person, and I could learn from the other students. To boot, Lisa was a wonderful teacher, attentive and responsive.  

   Besides the great class, the drive was incredible. The view of the north shore of the Big Island was worth the hour-long trip. Hawi is this little hippy town. The whole trip was a delight, except for the car.

   I started the drive in hybrid mode, but when I turned to Hawi off Queen K, I only had three bars left. Oh, dear. I made it to Hawi and then had to worry about the drive home. I believe I hit the power mode button by accident shortly after I left the house. It was freezing cold. I pressed the button for the seat warmer. I vaguely remember hitting the wrong button for the seat warmer before I got it right.

   Once, in the parking lot of the class site, I had a devil of a time finding out where the class was being held. I had expected a motel conference room. Nah. This was a main building from the 1930s with some cabins. The directions said the cabin was to the left of the main building; there was nothing to the left of the main building. I saw some cabins when I looked to the right of the main building. I wandered among them. Fortunately, they were named, and the instructor had shared that. However, the path to the front door was obscured by eight-foot hedges. The other students in the class lived within three miles of downtown Hawi and were familiar with the site. I had traveled over an hour and had never been there before.

    When I got home, I took a nice long nap. Judy called while wandering around the Costco parking lot. It was full, and she couldn’t find a space. Holy cow! Costco has never been this crowded. What’s going on?

  In my session with Adolescent D, I proposed using a mnemonic to remember the VCe pattern. He said he doesn’t need a mnemonic to remember. He can just remember. He cannot not just remember. His memory function is usually weak. He refuses to use any conscious devices to help him remember. This has been a problem all along. It drives me nuts.